SEEKING TROUT IN UNTAMED WATERS

The sun beat down on the crystal surface of the lake, a shimmering mirror reflecting the towering pines that fringed its edges. The air was thick with click here the scent of sun-warmed grass, and a gentle breeze rustled through the twigs, whispering secrets only the old forest knew. I stood at the water's shore, my wader-clad feet sunk into the so